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This City Video (MV)




Performed By: Alex Oliva
Language: English
Written by: Alex Oliva




Alex Oliva - This City Lyrics




I'm in this city, and there's people around me
There's love from every angle, and I'm spiteful as I can be
You'll never know, you'll never know
And I don't need them but my sunglasses stay on
They're hiding all the memory, that tends to hit me like a bomb
Cuz my worlds crumbling, are you still wondering?

Woah I won't talk about you
We still haven't spoke
I don't hate you I just can't reach out
Woah I won't talk about you
See I won't talk about you

I wanna tell you bout this city
Would you pick up the phone?
I wanna tell you bout this city, this city, this city

I got an hour left, my time here's grown sour
I'm breaking down to friends, who understand the type of power
That you had over me, it still hangs over me

I tell them every single sickening detail
That I buried long ago, in a coffin of despair
Your ghost is haunting me, I miss your company

Ohhh, I try to remember
Why we couldn't make it
But my memory seems to fail me now
Woah I won't talk about you
See I won't talk about you

I wanna tell you bout this city
Would you pick up the phone?
I wanna tell you bout this city, this city, this city

I wanna tell you bout this city
Would you pick up the phone?
I wanna tell you bout this city, this city, this city
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English

I'm in this city, and there's people around me
There's love from every angle, and I'm spiteful as I can be
You'll never know, you'll never know
And I don't need them but my sunglasses stay on
They're hiding all the memory, that tends to hit me like a bomb
Cuz my worlds crumbling, are you still wondering?

Woah I won't talk about you
We still haven't spoke
I don't hate you I just can't reach out
Woah I won't talk about you
See I won't talk about you

I wanna tell you bout this city
Would you pick up the phone?
I wanna tell you bout this city, this city, this city

I got an hour left, my time here's grown sour
I'm breaking down to friends, who understand the type of power
That you had over me, it still hangs over me

I tell them every single sickening detail
That I buried long ago, in a coffin of despair
Your ghost is haunting me, I miss your company

Ohhh, I try to remember
Why we couldn't make it
But my memory seems to fail me now
Woah I won't talk about you
See I won't talk about you

I wanna tell you bout this city
Would you pick up the phone?
I wanna tell you bout this city, this city, this city

I wanna tell you bout this city
Would you pick up the phone?
I wanna tell you bout this city, this city, this city
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Writer: Alex Oliva
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